Excerpt from The Strings of Murder by Oscar de Muriel, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

'We already have,' said Sir Charles. 'You will assist a new special subdivision led by Inspector McGray.'

I arched an eyebrow. 'I had not heard of any new subdivisions being created.' [M]y mind swiftly analyz[ed] the circumstances. 'If that is where we stand…to the rest of the world I would just be going to Edinburgh in absolute dishonor after being downgraded by Commissioner Monro…Am I correct?'

Sir Charles sighed heavily and Lord Salisbury replied in a monotone. 'That is correct, Frey. Officially, we never came to see you, it was Monro alone who decided you were going to Scotland, and you were more than willing to take on the assignment rather than being permanently dismissed.'

My chest felt like it was boiling. I had a flashing memory of my father's endless ranting against the Scots. I could almost see him, his mouth covered in crumbs, spitting pieces of buttered bread and yelling, 'Eding-bloody-burgh!'

'I hope I have been clear enough,' Salisbury said, 'and I certainly hope you understand the seriousness of the situation. I have assigned Sir Charles to monitor your progress, since he will have the free time; you will keep up constant communication with him and report any advances as the case develops. Also, I will have Monro send you all the 'official' paperwork dealing with your transfer.' As he stood up, Sir Charles and I jumped from our seats. 'Leave the formalities for quieter days, gentlemen, I know the way out.' He opened the door, but before leaving he cast me one last stabbing stare. 'Do not disappoint use, Frey. I had a tête-à-tête with Her Majesty today and she is utterly distressed!'

I stretched my arm to grab the bottle and help myself to a second drink.

This selection is excerpted with permission from Oscar de Muriel's The Strings of Murder. Reprinted by arrangement with Pegasus Books. All rights reserved.